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Chapter 100: God's Outcast

In the blink of an eye, seven years have passed in a hurry.

Since the master of ceremonies came to this world, the autumn scenery from this castle has changed seven times...

Ha, even for him who keeps shuttling between different worlds, this experience is quite strange. Because he is no longer directly attached to the body of an adult, but after experiencing pain and squeezing, he came into this world from that narrow birth canal...

Perhaps, he took the baby's soul?

But in this way, the master of ceremonies, who was "born" into this world like an ordinary person, inexplicably has a little more sense of existence.

Maybe this is the detachment called reincarnation.

This is the world called Hellsong - a world of vampires and monsters who can run rampant in the dark of night, mercilessly feasting on human flesh and soul and eating human souls.

And there is almost no way for ordinary people to resist vampires, because even the lowest-level bloods have enough reflexes to dodge bullets, as well as monster-like self-healing abilities... There is no other way to kill them than to shatter hearts and skulls.

The best of them even possess the majesty of contempt for the army, and the athletic ability beyond the limits of human knowledge, combined with the "hexic arts" of changing bodies and unleashing demons, have brought the monsters that originally existed only to legends back to life in this world.

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"Young Master..."

Behind him stood an old man with white hair, a large empty house that had always been inhabited only by his father, the master of ceremonies, and the old man behind him. Although he is old, the old man still takes care of himself gently and elegantly, and dresses elegantly...

For the Helsing family, the old man is definitely the best housekeeper, whether it is the master of ceremonies or his father, all of them have been taken care of by the other party.

"The master is waiting for you in the fencing class."

He bowed slightly, his body straightened and the slight smile on the corner of his mouth was impeccable, and the child who had been looking out the window finally turned around, straightened the collar of his shirt, and then naturally stretched out his hands and let the old man put on a gray robe for himself.

Similar to the design of military uniforms, the whole shows a dark cool color, only the buckle on the chest flashes gold.

"Let's go, Samuel."

He said this to the old butler, and then stepped over the precious velvet carpet and walked through the corridor covered with famous paintings... Finally, the door to the fencing classroom was opened.

…

"You're late, Kars."

The middle-aged man, who had long been dressed in protective clothing, had his back to him and his hands behind his back. There was no anger or dissatisfaction in his tone, and it was the same that there was no trace of fatherly tenderness.

"I'm sorry father."

He took a half-step back, and then bowed slightly—the bare minimum of aristocratic etiquette, and he had already made it clear from his numerous punishments.

And about being late, he came here without any hesitation after receiving Samuel's notice, so why be late?

But he didn't argue about all this.

"Let's go change our clothes."

The man turned, his sharpened face exuding iron and sharpness, and the clean stubble added to the English demeanor.

The master of ceremonies bowed his head, and then followed the old butler's footsteps to the next room.

At the age of seven, he is taller than the average child, but even so, the protective clothing used in fencing is specially customized. It's no wonder, but how many ordinary people would let a child participate in such a dangerous activity?

"Young master, the situation has been unstable recently, and the master let you practice fencing for the sake of your safety..."

waved his hand, and the master of ceremonies, who had adjusted the position of the gauntlet, shook out a gorgeous sword flower, and then looked at the old man next to him with a slight smile. That flawless smile faintly makes people panic.

With black half-length straight hair, fair skin, heroic facial features and impeccable aristocratic temperament, if it weren't for those red eyes, the child in front of him would really be the most perfect family heir... Karls Van Bronk Weings Heising! After all, the boy still has the blood of this clan...

The British war agency against monsters - the Knights of the Kingdom of Christianity.

Just like the legend, in this monster-infested world, there is also a group of hunters who can compete with monsters, and among them, the Helsing family is a prominent family that cannot be ignored... Perhaps, being born in such a family is the beginning of the emcee's misfortune.

"I know."

Here's what he said... Not in a hurry, not arrogant or impatient.

Then he left the room with his helmet in his arms, and when he returned to his father, he had already put on his helmet and was ready.

"Put on your gear, I'm going to test your latest practice."

The master of ceremonies' gaze swept over the middle-aged man in front of him, and inadvertently leaned to both sides of the kendo... Watching the battle were two young men in their early twenties, with faces and hair colors similar to those of their fathers, but they were far less majestic. Beside them was another child of his age, but like Samuel, he was dressed in a neat housekeeper's attire.

The devil sends the gods... The master of ceremonies smiled at the little boy first, and then reluctantly put on his helmet.

"Yes, father."

He replied meticulously, and then raised the Western sword in his hand.

The silver cold light is like a bleak moonlight, spreading from the father's side to the child's side, cold and desolate, extinguishing the most meager family affection.

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Out of the sword!

The "Iron Blood" who is famous throughout England has not only the wrist of scheming, but also the family crest that smells of blood and rust, and the hereditary fiefdom, every inch is dyed with the blood of monsters!

Although it is not a family known for its personal combat effectiveness, there is no doubt that as the head of the Helsing family, Huntelaar van Bronk Wingate Helsing, known as the "Iron Prince", also has good swordsmanship attainments.

However, this man, who had even killed a vampire with his own hands, today drew his rapier against his youngest son, who was only seven years old!

The silver light fell and burst out in an instant.

A stab that was faster than lightning, but it was almost on the chest of the master of ceremonies in the blink of an eye... The sharp long sword did not intend to stop castration, and he really felt the killing intent from his father's body.

At this moment, he didn't seem to care. The peaceful gaze avoided the murder weapon in front of him, and instead lingered in the empty room, everyone's expressions.

… One old and one young, the two housekeepers were silent, but in comparison, the faces of the two young people on the other side were much more exciting-worried and happy, and so on, in this world, the love between siblings can be so complicated?

…

The sword, one point closer.

But there was still no one to stop him, and no one to help him, the thin boy seemed to be doomed to die here, and no one loved him to die under the sword of his own father...

It was only at this moment that the boy finally waved the Western sword in his hand, as if he was dying.

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Brush!

The sound of the two swords clashing sounded only once in the room, and then there was silence forever.